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The Gleaner 
2009-2010 

Established 1901 

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Brett Longcor 
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Publication Advisor 
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2009-2010 Gleaner Staff 



Katie Devery 
Julia Given 
Tom Hirsch 
Samantha Kash 
Jackie Mojica 
Jessica Travis 



Front Cover: Ashley Palkowetz 
Inside Front: Ashley Dalkowetz 
Inside Back: (Stephanie Liguori 
Back Cover: Ashley Palkowetz 



Special thanks to the following: 

Dr. Linda Maisel for coordinating the 
Gleaner High &hool Writing Competition 



Mr. Barry Denlinger and 
Tiger Printing Group, for their time and generosity 

Mr. Hank F. Fox and Fox Bindery, Inc. for their time and generosity 




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AFTER THE RAIN 
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L^orget cMe cNotd 

(Jhid girl id judt a girl. 

She had pixie- like hiccupd, and a loud hearty laugh. 
Of ijou fall down in front of her, dhe 11 point and laugh. 
CTrfter helping you up, of course. 

She doednt medd around with anything 

She never, ever attempts. 

Everything dhe doed, dhe completed without Second guedd. 

She never dingd love dongd. 
Or dhowd otherd her art. 
She had do many friendd 
J Oho are in love with her heart. 

Uedpite all of thede 

She id judt a girl. 

Shed a dong left undung, 

foeautiful yet forgotten. 



Samantha c/<Celly 




Love 



Love... an emotion that is much more than an emotion, it's an overwhelmvngfeel- 
ing that persists. It acts tike a compass of sorts and when a man or woman meets 
that special someone the needle of that compass explodes into an unrelentingfeel- 
ina of love and needjvr that other person. Sometimes the love is so great that special 
someonejeels tike "the one" that the person wants to be withjvr the rest of their life. 
'But in this superficial world love isfarfrom unanimous, when a man loves a wom- 
an, physical' appearance plugs a major role in how the womanfeels about the nun i . 
Women sou theij want a man withfeelings, a man who's nice and carina and sensi- 
tive, but their almost subconscious need tojudge a man bg their appearance negates 
that statement. So what does a man do when he loves a woman so much he cant stop 
thinking about her, but the woman doesn't give a straight answer when he tells her 
how he feels ? she feels badfor him so she won't be honest. The man is left to continu- 
ously longforher, knowing bg now she hasforgotten his confession but the man is 

wag too shtj to corf ess once agai ) i . 



Adim Zimmerman 



Jiuman feelings 



To have a human feeling 

Is like having a human heart: 

Without your human lieari beating, 

In life you will fall apart. 

To have a human feeling 

Is to have happiness in the mincl: 

To go through life and see one rainbow 

Once in a lifetime. 

To have sad or angry feelings 
Is like the taste of salty tears: 

To be alone in a world 

With everything to fear. 

Jiuman feelings based on you 

Can smell as sweet as a rose. 

Or sometimes when you are angry 

They can hurt like a bleeding nose. 

Jiuman feelings do not just happen to selected few, 

Jiuman feelings are experienced by eveiyone — 

People — like me and you. 

These feelings happen in nature, in life, and even people too; 
(But will you let these human feeling get the best of you? 

Will you let these feelings take up all of your time? 
Will you let these feelings poison your brilliant mind? 

.Jiuman feelings were given to people by God; 

They were given right from the start. 

Many people use their minds to understand them. 

But rarely anyone uses their heart. 



Jiuman feelings are characterized by the heart, 

They can never be taken or sold. 

Over a period of time, people learn 

.Jiuman feelings will always be more valuable 

Than silver or gold. 



sKarlena jC_ Brown 





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Ode to the Answering Machine 

Listen to this message 

When you get home 

If you get a chance 

Pick up the phone 

And call me back 

So we can talk 

As the hours pass 

By on the clock 

Yes, it's probably true 

You know my number and my name 

But I promise you 

ill leave them just the same 

'Cause in a little time 

I hope you get back to me 

So remember this rhyme 

And know that I am waiting] 

Kalina Desseaux 




Regret Your Past 

Dropped in a new world, 

Sitting, left out to dry, 

My body moist as this lake I'm visualizing, 

Nothing but sweet, precious time to get me by 

A student nonetheless. 

Standing out on her own 

No one to talk to or hang with, 

No, it seems I 'm flying solo, 

I won't force people to love who I am, 

Be by myself is what I'll do. 

No "hey, look at meV will I scream 

Sorry, I'll leave the decision to all of you. 

Don't worry, I'm not playing the race game, 

I understand it's hard to accept something new 

But just keep this in mind, people, 

I am a human, someone who is exactly like you, 

So be judgmental if you want, go ahead, 

Try, I dare you, 

But by the end of my time here 

You '11 be saying to yourself: "Dang! I wish 

I could've known you!" 

Kristen Weaver 



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R£w,fliA,ce is. All wet 



King has been married to Mary for seven years,. For him, they have been comfortable wears. He doesn't 
find anything missing In their relationship except kv^cry be children. But his wife fl^v-ds a big thing 
missing, she complains that he Is the most unromantic -person In the world, He does not disagree (out 
loud). He considers himself patient ciia-cI honest, conscientious and reasonable. He has tried to be ro- 
mantic ■for her, but without much success. 

For example, there was their honey moon, she had Insisted on Hawaii and an exclusive hotel on one of 
the little Islands, it was a lot more expensive than they could really afford, but he agreed, on the sec- 
ond day In Hawaii, he came back to their hotel after a solitary walfe. The walfe was just for something 
to do while she was taking one of her 45" minute showers. He saw her on the balcony. He waved to get 
her attention and then tried to sing to her with his hands clutched over his heart lltee In an old blacfe. 
and white movie, she walteed bacte Into the room shatelng her head. 

He has tried bringing her flowers for no particular reason, but she then speculates It must be because 
he feels guilty about something. He goes to movies she wants to see, those movies that are short on ac- 
tion and long on meaningful exchanges. "B-ut this only matees things worse because those guys on the 
screen certainly seem to understand romance; King looks c\ulte Inferior In comparison. 

Mary has lately talked about a trial separation, she says she Height want to have children, but she Is 
not sure she wants to have them, with him-, she wonders what life would be llfee with someone who was 
truly romantic. King doesn't fenow what to do. 

King wortes at a small manufacturing company. He Is a salesman In a sales department of nine 
Including the v^anager. He Is never the top ranked sales person In any month, but he Is usually sec- 
ond or third. He has a very unlc\ue selling style compared to the rest of the department. His manager 
calls him "father confessor" . This Is because when King Is In front of a customer he usually doesn't do 
much talking. He listens. Newer customers are a little put off by this approach; they are much more 
familiar with the hard sell. But his old customers swear by King and wouldn't dream of moving their 
business from him. 

He actually credits Mary for helping him develop this sfelll since he never can get many words In when 
Mary starts talking. He listens to the customer's problems related to his product and then will only 
sell them what they need to solve the problem, nothing unnecessary. His customers trust him. llfee no 
other salesperson. Then, when they get to tenow him, they start telling him. their non-work related prob- 
lems. He listens politely and only speales when he Is Invited to do so. He has learned that male cus- 
tomers don't llfee to go Into much detail about their personal problems, but lltee to hear what their options 
are. His female customers just want someone to listen. If It Is a relationship problem,. The women re- 
ally fenow what their answer Is, but they need to talk through It out loud, so, If there Is a pause with a 
female purchasing agent In the middle of describing a personal crisis, he will respond with something 
llfee: "what do you thlnte you should do?" Then they are good for another ten minutes. He doesn't 
make many sales calls In a day, but he gets the highest sales per call of anybody. The president of the 
company says privately that he wishes he had a department full of Kings. 

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King's time spent in the office was always rather dull until <c;wen wets hired Into cucstom-evsewlce. 
c^wen brought life into the cov^panw as far as King was c.0iA-c.ertA,ed. H-e first spotee to her when she cawie 
to his cubicle and demanded to tenow what he was doling to his customers. He was afraid something 
was wroiA,g and he started to stand with a concerned look oia- his face, but she laughed and told him 
she wasjotelng. That Is when he noticed the bluest eyes he had ever seen, she was three or four wears, 
youngerthan King aiA-d was nil of five feet tall, she had been a gymnast In her teens and the woman 
In duplicating told King that £}wen had gone to the Olympic trials aiA,d would have made the team, 
except for a horrible tenee Injury. King noticed that c^wen walked with a slight limp, f-te as\zed her 
about his customers,, she said, "I thin\z wou must drug them, or something, i almost never hear frow*. 
them. and they never complain. Axe wou giving felctebactes or something?" i-ter toiA.e was mocking and 
he could tell she wasn't serious, King said hejust tried to listen to them. aiA.d treat them, with respect, 
c^wen left sawing: "l wish my boyfrleiA-d did that." 

After that, whenever he was in the office, King would stop by to see <^wen. At first It was for a ku.li/vute 
or two, but gradually the visits extended. <^jwen started to tell him. things about her life and her boy- 
friend. He started to thinte he m.ay have missed his calling as a priest, c^wtn wasn't happy with her 
boyfriend and this one was just another In a string of disappointing relationships, she said she al- 
ways fell for the pirate types. 

Late In the spring, It Is time for the first covwpanw outing of the wear, spouses and significant others 
are not Invited; the purpose Is to build teamwork and cov^-panw spirit. And It Is a chance for the presi- 
dent to have a daw away from, his wife and to play golf with the boys. The cowjpanw rents out a coun- 
try club, it Is not a verw ritzy club; It has nine holes and two tennis courts. The tradition Is for the 
men to play golf and the women to play tennis. 

On the morning of the outing It Is raining. King goes to worte expecting a cancellation; the forecast Is 
for rain, sometimes heavy, However, at ±o-.so the sun com.es out and everwone heads for the club. King 
pulls Into the parking lot at the sam.e time <^wen Is being dropped off by her boyfriend. H-e watches her 
have a very animated discussion and then she exits the car. t+er boyfriend floors the accelerator and the 
tires scjueal as he pulls away. Qwen watches the car as It leaves the -parking lot. King gets out of his 
car and walfes as qulctely as he canto meet up with <^jwen. she is still loofelng at the club exit, "what 
a jerte," she says softly. King Is standing beside her now '. "Are you ofe?" she loofes at him.. "King. 
yeah. H-e got mad at me for going to this thing and he smashed my guitar. I don't tenow how I feeep 
plcfelng them.." she pauses, "it may still be ofe," she says m.ore to herself. K-lng notices she has a ten- 
nis racc\uet in her hand. "Are wou anw good with that thing?" he says, nodding at the racc\uet. she 
looks down. "The last time l used It was to strain spaghetti," she saws recovering her m.ood. "B>ut, I 
don't thlnfe the competition is verw good." 

They walk to the clubhouse together. King says he hopes they can have a drin\z together after he fin- 
ishes -playing golf, c^wen walks over to the tennis courts. King walfes to the pro shop and starts to feel 
trepidation. He is afraid he will repeat last wear's debacle. 

At last wear's golf outing he had m.ade a fool of himself On one -par five, with a pond In front of the 
green, he had {of course) hit Into the pond with his seventh shot. Bverwone else had alrtadw hit their ball 
on the green. He was so ewJoarrassed he drove up to the pond and hopped out intending to drop a ball 
and then cjulctely hit It over the pond. But, he forgot to set the brafee on the cart. As he went to get a 

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ball from his bag, the cart started to roll down the slope toward the pond, instead of getting back In and 
stomping oia, the brake, he tried to grab the bathe of the cart, f-te wasiA/t c\uic\z or strong enough to stop It. 
The cart went into the pond submerging everything including his partner's clubs. 

King Insisted on going Into the water and getting his partner's bag as well as his own. On the next 
tee, soaked from, the waist down, his wet club slipped out of his hands on his backswlng and the club, 
whirling like a propeller, almost hit another player In the foursome. 

The com.pany was Willed nine hundred dollars by the golf course for dragging the cart out of the wa- 
ter and restoring It. King was afraid the money would come out of his salary, butt the president of the 
company had such a good time telling the story to all the company's customers that he didn't have to 
pay. 

This year the tournament Is a scramble with big prizes for the best scoring teams. The foursomes were 
personally arranged by the president of the company find are posted on the clubhouse wall. When King 
looks at the pairings, he finds he is the odd man out, literally. There are eight foursom.es to start and 
one single which Is the last to go off. He sits In his lonely golf cart as one group after another leaves, the 
first tee. His main consolation Is that It will be much harder to make a fool of himself this year If he 
plays alone. 

Finally, It Is his turn to tee off. As he takes off the brake of the cart and prepares to drive to the tee, sud- 
denly there is someone sitting next to him. In the cart, it Is <qwen. she is holding a small golf bag with 
four clubs in It. He looks at her In am.azem.ent. "I thought you were playing tennis," he says. 

she looks at him, with those exquisite blue eyes and shakes her head. "Courts, are too wet. The rest of the 
girls have gone In to start drinking, but I'm not going to sit there and drink for five hours. My boy- 
friend is, coming to get me around four. I thought I'd try golf till then. y ou - don't mind me joining 
you do you?" 

King shakes his head and asks If she has played before. "Nope," she says. "They gave me this kid's 
starter set because I'm, so short, it can't be that hard, can It? i mean you don't have to hit the ball while 
it's moving. It stays In one spot until you hit It." Ok, King thinks. 

At the tee. King tries to tell c^ien everything he knows about golf In thirty seconds. He tells her to keep 
her head down, keep her left arm, straight, coil her body on the back swing, don't hit over the top, and 
to clear out her left side. <^wenjust shakes her head. "I'll never rem.em.ber all of that," she says, she 
puts her ball on a tee and with a backswlng no higher than her waist, she hits the ball straight down the 
m.iddle of the fairway; It is a low ±so yard shot with just the hint of a slice. "That Is fantastic," gushes 
King. "Three years of field hoc\zey," c^wen replies. 

King does not fare as well on his tee shot or any other shot on the first hole. <^wen has a seven and 
King has at least twelve, t+e is mortified, on the way to the second hole, <^wen asks If he minds some 
advice. King shakes his head, "you are way too tense. I can see it in your shoulders." when he stops 
the cart, <qwen demonstrates how he can rotate his head to relax his shoulders. This time when he tees off 
he makes one of the best shots in his life, hitting the ball far down the fairway. 



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The iA.ext six holes are dreamlike. He aiA,d <^wen talk aiA-d laugh about worte aiA,d customers. The Less he 
thliA^fes about golf, the better he plays. But, as they fliA,lsh the sixth hole, King notices the wliA.d Is ookvt- 
liA-g up aiA-d the stew Is getting very cloudy again. He hopes the raliA, will hold off for three w^ore holes 
with ^weiA.. 

Oia. the seventh hole, <^weiA, tells K£i/\,g that she Is goliA-g to give her boyfriend oiA.e last chance and If It 
doesn't worte out she Is going to go bacte to the west coast, she says there is nothing for her here aiA.d ia.o 
oiA.e will miss her If she leaves. King says he would miss her. <^weiA, gives him. a warn*. smile aiA.d says 
that King might be the oiA.ly thliA-g she would miss If she m.oveot bacte home. 

They fliA-lsh the seventh hole aiA,d walfe to the golf cart. The clouds are very dark, and the wliA.d Is blow- 
ing n^uch harder now. &rops of raliA. start to fall aiA-d are becoming much more numerous by the sec- 
ond, on this hole, they are at the farthest poliA,t from the clubhouse aiA-d they would iA,ever make It bacte 
without getting drenched. Next to the eighth tee Is a large evergreen whose branches have beeiA. cut off 
for the first s'ik feet from the ground. King drives the cart iA.ext to the tree, He Is goliA-g to explain his 
idea to c^wei/v, but she Is way ahead of him. as she hops out of the cart ai/vd darts under the branches. He 
gets out of the cart aiA,d follows her. "The sfey is blue on the horizon", he says, "it will probably pass 
over in a couple of rn.liA.utes." she iA,ods aiA-d loofes out over the golf course, it Is greets. aiA,d wet aiA,d re- 
rn.liA.ds her of hundreds of happy days she speiA-t growliA-g up Iia, Oregon. 

(t Is raining much harder now. if there is lightning, this tall aiA-d solitary tree Is about the most un- 
safe place to be. King listens for thunder, but there Is just the roar of the raliA, llfee a waterfall. w.iA.der 
this deiA.se tree, occasional large droplets of water come down on them.. OiA.e strltees <^weiA. on her back 
aiA.d she shivers. hd,iA,g Is standing behind her. with a little hesitation, he moves closer to her and tries 
to surround her lltee a coat. His haiA.ds clasp aiA-d hover above her stomach aiA-d their bodies are barely 
touching. He just waiA-ts to protect her from, the raliA, aiA.d the chill, she stiffens aiA,d kiiA-g expects her 
to pull away. But Iia, a couple of seconds she relaxes aiA.d leaiA,s bacfe agaliA-st him.. He feels his tem- 
perature go up five, teiA-, a hundred degrees, c^wen starts to sliA-g Iia. a soft voice. The music has a sliA.g 
soiA.g melody. The words he caiA, barely matee out over the sounds of the deluge. The lyrics souiA-d Llfee: 
"i^aliA., raliA-, go awau, come again some other day" '. she has a beautiful voice. Her head Is ia,ow resting 
on his shoulder. Her hair smells of strawberries aiA-d vanilla. He feels his body surging with emotloiA,; 
his knees are trembling. He doesn't feiA-ow what to do. He waiA-ts to spliA. her around and kiss her Iia. otA.e 
motion, but he Is afraid she woiA/t telss him. bacfe. He rem.em.bers he Is married. He remembers she said 
her boyfriend would be waiting for her in the -parking lot; that Is where she will surely go once the raliA. 
stops. Maybe he should turiA. her gently around and see if there is some hliA-t Iia. her eyes as to what she 
Is feeding. But, he has beeiA, misinterpreting females aiA,d their signals since he was fourteen. Maybe he 
should say somethliA-g to her, but what? King is in agony and It Is a delicious agony, if It stops rain- 
ing, Cywenwill leave. King Is sure he will iA.ever have a chance llfee this again, but he is alm.ost para- 
lyzed. His haiA-ds, interlocked and resting on her waist, now find her haiA.ds folded oia. top. C(wen starts 
to rub her fingers gently bade aiA.d forth oia. top of his haiA-ds. He feels his heart -pounding blood to his 
head. And suddenly he feiA-ows. This is rom.aiA.ce. AiA-d being rom.aiA.tlc Is hopliA-g the raliA. iA.ever stops. 



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Do the crxappij Couple 

Dhetj day marriage id like a flower: 

c7T deed of trudt id planted and it growd — 

ard long ad love and nope remain, 

Cyood fortune, the flower of marriage bedtowd. 

Do forever love, honor, and cheridh each other 

(Jd more valuable than dilver or gold; 

Do both bride and groom treadure each moment, 

Let your new life filled with happinedd unfold. 



UKarlena L. lor 



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Secrets 



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Sweet words of sin, Jail silentLj on tyoa lip: 

As I gaze into xjour steel blue ewes 

A secret we keep 

but ymj heart aches every tlmeuou touch me 

I yearn to whisper those words 

That I dare not speak 

of what could be. . . 

Your aa,ze pierces me so deep 

asxjous hold me inxjourstroncj arms 

rhaj musksj scent ofuoa surrounds me 

as we embrace in thisjorbidden kiss 

That I will keep locked awajj in nuj hidden heart 

Jennifer ^Madden 



Pfwfo if/ Rachaef Gcnfzder 

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Don't Wake Me 

Wandering around these lonely roads, 

deserted and empty is all that it seems. 

The sky turns to gray and I shiver with cold, 

but still it all feels like a dream. 

Carving this road of reminiscence, 

I'm reminded of where I am. 

And suddenly I'm trapped in memories 

and I stumble where I stand. 

I relentlessly try to block them out, 

but they never go away. 

I swear I've tried to let you go, 

but in my mind you stay 

Familiar dread spreads slowly, 

shivers seeping through my core. 

Because these paths I walk along 

are ones we 've roamed before. 

My feet move without consent, 

dragging me into this memory. 

I hear your voice, but it's just the wind, 

and God, it's messing with me. 

I'm reminded of the way you laughed, 

again my heart is torn. 

I had no fear of cold or ice, 

your smile kept me warm. 

I can 't escape these times we 've had, 

the way things used to be, 

Now all of these nostalgic streets 

are simply haunting me. 

I see us walking down the road, 

like ghosts of times we 've shared. 

Arm and arm we walk along, 

it's more than I can bear. 

We look so free, we're smiling, 

I've been happy in this life. 

I shudder as I realize, 

I can 't remember what that felt like. 

My shaking breaths are shallow, 

taking in the frigid air. 

My eyes burn with unshed tears, 

no words describe this despair. 

The ghost of me slowly fades away, 

and fear freezes me in place. 

I'm afraid and lost and I want to leave, 

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until I see your face. 

Eyes that I've adored before 

are all that I can see. 

Upon a face I've loved before, 

the most beautiful thing to me. 

I can barely breathe at all right now, 

as my fists clench at my sides, 

I beg my mind, don 't torture me, 

but it doesn 't hear my cries. 

You 're close to me, I feel you, 

and I can 't move, I'm far too stunned. 

I'm fighting with my sanity, 

but there 's nowhere left to run. 

I heave a sob and breathe you in, 

I know that I'm coming undone. 

I remind myself that I'm alone, 

but I'm already too far gone. 

I feel your arms around me, 

so secure, I feel your heat. 

I've missed you for forever, 

but please don 't toy with my defeat. 

Those tears, they fall completely. 

Unabashed, I can 't pretend, 
that I don 't want you hold you too, 

I can 't take this loss again. 

You 've always had my heart, you know. 

Love is something I can 't explain. 

I've lost you once already, 
I'd rather die than feel that pain. 

I feel your kiss and no longer care, 

what makes sense in this mystery. 

Because you 're safe here in my arms. 

and you're all I'll ever need. 

If, by chance, this isn 't real, 

then I'll pray this final plea; 

if I am asleep, and this is a dream, 

God, please, don 't ever wake me. 

Jen Forgash 



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River of Music 

River of Music 
From a river strong with currents, 

I am pulled in deep. 
The cold water is almost refreshing. 

My body sways with every beat, 

the river and I are one. 

The movements, my own however 

controlled by the mighty river. 

You grab my hand, a saving attempt, 

but I'd rather stay here, lost in the rhythm 

that heals. 

My heart is open to you, as long 

as you let me sway in the water. 

And open your heart to the pulse 

of the world. 



Emily Anne Granger 



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PhdCd it) Shmjanna Bovnie 



For J. 



Proud but fading, 

The old dog 

struggles to keep up with the pack. 

Seasons earlier, her eyes surveyed all 

With the fiercest gaze. 

Now they are dimming and 

diminished by haze. 

Confused eyes cast about 

above a graying muzzle. 

As simple chores and commands 

Now become a puzzle. 

Now it is time to rest 

in the sunny spot on the family porch. 

And pass the torch, 

to the younger pups. 



By Dr. Chris Tipping 

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Q caw't pjig (jou/L husked bfoodrwg egesfioh hg 'Wigkthap&s afteji 

tke skock ofgoup. ftwge/ts oueji hvwe awd koto tke/e toas tkis tig, 

faterwse, tke uojid skfirwg back to its co/^ect awgie c/w its axis often 

ke pushed it ovejt, awd tkejejiked su/pjuse o/hg gazefi>f. a secc/wd, 

c/wig a secc/hd, tkis siigkt shiie piquing goup. houtk, awd evejujtkfltg 

koidng he ifk place snapped, jveieased, pkhheted atoagfioh he 

except Jof. goup. quiet paHh oi/e/. hg bwuckies, awd koto tke siienrf 

gasp o/hg existence ckased back to sujyowkd he agavk as gouf. 

kawd dipped atoagfoh hm awd ks voice lifted, awd kad to etf 

dou/w toitk hg stohack tousied like. goup. kaip. Q used to uattjop ks 

iaugk, but tkepe's tkat bjuiiiawt spajtk ofgoups, easy awd uapfk, at 

hg toopds, awd you say hg wfke, opdfaapg,just a scuff of sourwd, 

but pejk up at tke stjtoke of goup mice, tke laze of goup sta/e c/w 

hmfop a hohsfwt, aitoagsjust a hohefwt, but it's efwougk. Q toawt 

to foil asleep acadefwtailg o\ tke couck fa tke cpook of goup aph 

tkat kas^h't wrapped apotfad he get, awd ke doesn't kwow, awd tkeg 

aWt kwoto, awd gou dc/k't kwoto, because evvw tkougk gou'pe kis 

bestfuerwd, <wo c/we kwotos tokepe stawd toitk kh. 

toawt to stawd toitk gou, tkougk. 

Sah Qlavapfao 



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Featber from Oriental 



I was born to be a feather in tbe breast of a ben 

As sbe ruffles on tbe roost 

In congregation in tbe laying sbed 

Under tbe stars way up above tbe slanting bill bebind tbem 

And tl>e farmer leaves tbe fireside to come out to tbe blackness 

He breatbes in sm©He and frost and breatbes out mist 

I'm downy as an owl's wing 

I'm cleaner tban your Sunday clotbes 

I'm quiet and content as tbe door is closed for nighttime 

I was born to be a featber in tbe breast of a ben 

I was born to be a featber on tbe wind 

I was born to be a featber on tbe weatbered blocH of wood 

Stuclj in an axe groove, and glued witb blood 

Sbudders, eyes averted 

From tbe lost art and tbe strangeness 

For tbe axe is inefficient and tbe blcclf is far from sterile 

But tbe butcber passes by me and bis face reflects a smile 

No undue pleasure at tbe job be does 

But ratber at remembrance of anotber job well done 

Tbe world wallas wide around us yet again 

A world tbat would not love bis guilty band 

I was born to be a featber on tbe weatbered bloclj of wood 

I was born to be a featber on tbe flood 

I was born to be a featber in tbe tail fan of a torn 

As be struts and spits for bens 

And bis beard drags in tbe morning snow 

He grows and lives for several years, but I 

I stay for only one year, see tbe seasons going round 

Complement bis fine display turned bacH and fortb 

Wben summer comes I'm gone again, but it matters very little 

For alone I'm just a featber, breal^ witb time and fade witb weatber 

It's tbe bird tbat matters in tbe end 

My life just gives bim cover, flasb or flight 

I was born to be a featber in the tail fan of torn 

I was born to be a feather here and gone 



Maria Cramer 

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ma memoweb, jbaAt t&eeti udie 6t/ent/a trg to remendjerjor me. 

Qr/'ateh a6 the hoa6e6 go ajb Sehind ' u6, /motddng t/iem to their 

aged hnee6,Joreiier the anweinted growth c<f6oeieta wiMnAe, 

cowering ma e,ii?erienee6. Egging them doom to o/ee/i 6eneoith 

thefoanc/atieno. .duioer nation near the heart of the mountain. 

^Ctnti/ thoaghtS tfragg/e 6ach, Giving 6recrth to rehinode the 

dgingjiame. &lianfam ehi/o/ren mn ihrongh o/dJhre6t6 jbaM 

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wi/td/udmy opponent? down. c>i/en w/ien /m on t/ie Skidae a6out 

to SieaA /witfefai^t/wnandcomeSac&ontop. /twi/tSe^ome- 

t/iina tnatyou wou/dnt 6e/ieve i4poMi6te, a come6ac&, t//ou can 

not escape youk inei/ita/>uuy, you wantwnat /nave and 'you cant 

naife it, jo you pant /oi It, you tby to mideadme, von Want to 6e my 

inamakata r &aMy, /dbnltaAe in tnateadi/iy, naveni '6e/abe and 

abntptanonitnowf j^namte/ationd. (yuAtfofanaf *l/o you 

6ea/ty t/un£ /woutdnave tnem Witti you? ^/yont/tauei youtoeif, 

uuaetyou now/ieke in ti/e. /m t/tefastuOnjettek, yet, you aont 

6e/iei/eme. i/i/ate/i, in a/ewwee&4, wnal /jay, do, and weak wi/t 

6e abound 't/te^cAool. /wad made to come out 'on top. /totdyou 

6a6y, ita my determination, and uu nevei Atop, even w/ien /dee, 

you a/twi/tdti/lwofaJiip me and my 6eina 

/%i&ten (Jl/eai/ek 

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"Puzzle" 

I thought puzzles came with everu piece 

Thus easu for one to do. 

Yet mu two piece puzzle had one missing. 

Until a September welcomed uou. 

Mu heart, alone, not sufficient 

There are certain things I need. 

Everg craving, everu desire 

Your heart seems to feed 
Nineteen uears, I had words 

Yet no one to receive 

Beginning to consider forfeit 

Then uou made me believe 

From the blonde hair on uour head 

To uour ticklish toes and feet 

I love it all so much 

You make me feel complete 

Connecting pieces are obvious 

And appealing when put together 

So stag attached, stag connected 

Let us be complete forever 

John Giusti 
ist Place, Literature Prize Winner 



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"Fallen" 

I took your money from the drawer 

You didn't seem to miss it 

I seemed to need it more 

I took the keys to my dad's car 

I stole the alcohol 

My friends drank, it killed them all 

I see the bottles on the ground 
I feel the pain swell up 
Tears of silence all around 
If anyone should ever ask 
I'll clench my fists and point 
The blame at others in my past 

I've fallen farther than you think 
Not a day goes by I don't regret it all 
I've fallen farther than you know 
Feel free to hold my hand in Hell 
Just don't forget to let me go 

I was walking through the rain 
I was watching you that day 
My intentions I'm not sure 
I can't take this anymore 

Every corner that you turn 
I'll be all your mind concerns 
They will see me in your face 
I won't rest until you break 
It's too late 

I've fallen farther than you think 
Not a day goes by I don't regret it all 
I've fallen farther than you know 
Feel free to hold my hand in Hell 
Just don't forget to let me go 

Steven Sheets 

2nd Place, Literature Prize Winner 



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t-Jjti (pwringti/ne rain6 go r('//ineit)a6t. 
^&m/ /A roiaiA tAe mvJt andAaje <Jr6aiv. 
■z/Aie one tAu'noi to maAe mi/ ivAo/e ivor/e/fa//. 



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d/e/eraneejer oAiange i6 wAataou lae/eed. 
&Out o/>/Jortiiniti/ AtdlditA atuewr o/oor, 
eeaioie he Amout6uou> can Ataiie do met/a 'no/ ///ore. 

(p/omeiAing Setter fticm tearo every nio/Ai. 

(pf&meane iv/to 6ee6 uou in 0/ 6etter AaAt. 

(~sA/nge i/ito ajblace tAatuon never o/a/^eo/. 

<^&ne/j((rjtjbmet t/ie ivor/o/id t/iere. 

far it 6 not ajberfet't ivor/ot 'in utAicA ive e//ve//. 
Lziieifer awd an a nget 'before Aieded 
&OroAen AeartS and ana rg 6/eieb, 
TDaioSe t/te n/6e6 in t/te o/aro/en to a// die. 



ut eeme (^Jt/ri no/time, tAo6e ro6e6 ivi/t ' 6egin Ai/e a//e/v. 
<^M /ove a/iva/M 6/00601/16 under dAieS 0/6/ne. 
'^JftJr'm not ready iv/ten QJoe/ t/i roiv6 me tAe cume. 
^sAe/be Someone c/iiie6jjeii t/te m&euoa, dederi'^. 

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n*^siust* oeasy 

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Jenifer Madden 



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Unnamed 

I miss the smell of horses 

when we used to ride' 

leather saddles squeaking 

and smelling in the burnt sun 

sweat melting, 

sticking to the horses and ourselves' 

sweet stench of summer 

where clover grows. 

Wild and green blades waving, 

hay fields, corn, beans, and long 

furrows of red earth 

where the plow sunk. 

Horses' hooves leave prints in soft earth. 

Love grew fresh in blossoms 

from my heart in the ground. 

Every year the plants come up, 

fresh foliage from new seeds. 

But the red rare earth bleeds 

new blood from old wounds 

rubbed raw each spring, 

Old memories and songs - 

Like you in the morning on your John Deere 

And that old Carhart jacket 

that hangs in the barn. 

I want to ride by sometime 

to see the long gravel lane leading 

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to the barn, the pastures 

and the farmhouse. 

But something keeps me always away- 

And then my heart rips 

out of the ground 

into my throat somewhere. 

I miss the smell of horses 

when we used to ride' 

your chewing tobacco, moustache 

and cowboy hat' 

Wrangler jeans and rope, 

the sideways smile, 

scent of Polo cologne, 

even that old black and white pick'Up 

and your Queensland blue heeler. 

Eight years could be eight lives, 

Eight eternities keeping us apart, 

Tormenting me from time to time, 

Slipping away, always coming back' 

Like coming back home 

after a long time away. 

You can smell the horses 

when they y re outside, 

and hear the squeak of leather 

from the barn door. 



Carol Tufano-Morrison 



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I know my mistakes, I see my flaws 

It's easier said than done, that is all 

I'll show you my worth, I swear you'll see 

Hell, give me a tree to choose from 

I'll find a new leaf 

Everyone deserves second chances 

Thirds, fourths, and fifths 

Don't give up on me yet 

My loyalty will shine though 

I'll hite my tongue 

Curb my anger 

Draw the leash tight on my pride 

Just show me a forest, pick out a tree 

I'll find a new leaf to turn over 

You will see. 



Laura Smith 



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Love can be so boring... 

9t was with him 

but not with you. 

Not Met 

Like a desert he only gave me an oasis 

every once in a while 

And that was the way it went. 

That was the way it was. 

Stale cookies, a vague hint of something good 

ruined by time. 

Bland. 

Except when he wanted excitement, 

then he blazed and 9 was the fuel. 

9 wasn't something he loved. 

He didn't love. 9 thought 9 did. 

And he wanted me or so he said. 

9t seemed no one else did 

so 9 was there with him... 

but not with you. 

Not yet. 

There was no claim. 

So when your eyes met mine 

and 9 stopped breathing 

9 panicked. 

Wasn't 9 supposed to be his? 

He wasn't mine. 

flighty, wide eyed, confused. 

Ljou were patient. 

ijou were kind. 

Ljou blazed steady and beautiful. 

He stopped being so brilliant 

and wonderful and the only one who seemed to care 

Slowly, slowly, 9 was free 

but not with you 

Not yet. 

Now there's this feeling 

new, startling, different 

ijou. 

Love can be so boring. 

But not with you. 



Lela Merger 

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Shackles 

My body is not me 

It is but a shackle on my soul 

A physical shell for others to look at 

But on that shackle there is a chain 

It allows me to wander 

jo explore the realm of the unseen 

A place where souls can go 

For temporary escape 

And there I search 

For other souls 

Then follow their chains 

One by one 

Back to their shackles 

Looking for one 

Better than mine 

One I can long for 

One that defines my soul 

And as soon as I see it 

I reach the end of the chain 

f m tugged backwards 

But one day 

My chain will rust and break 

As well as the other one I found 

And then I will find a new chain 

And meet the shackle that defines my soul 

In the realm of the unseen 

And we shall be as one 

My new shackle and I 

But still 

My body is not me 

It is but a shackle on my soul 



Adam Zimmerman 

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OUR FRAGILE WORLD TEEMS WITH LIFE; 

SPAWNED BY COMPETITION AND CONSTANT STRIFE. 

THE INFINITE MORPHOLOGICAL COMBINATIONS, 

ARE PRODUCTS OF GENETIC VARIATION. 

GENETIC PLASTICITY MOLDED BY SELECTION. 

ALL LIFE IS GOVERNED BY THE RULES OF THE BIOLOGICAL CONSTITUTION 

OTHERWISE KNOWN AS EVOLUTION. 

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Soon after I joined, tke Cadillac-LaSalle Club \ read witk interest a question submitted by a reader/ 
member wkose 6 -volt battery required reckarging , and tkat every two years We needed to buy a new 
battery, I believe tke suggestion was made to drive tke car more frequently, Tkat is good advice, I 
was somewkat disappointed by tke question because I was looking for a 1^53 sedan — tke first year of 
tke iz-volt battery for tke very reason of kis concern. 

It made me reflect tkat on tke strawberry farm, in Oregon wkere I grew up, all our All is Ckalmers 
tractors, Ckevy cars, and trucks were -powered by 6-volt batteries; tkey always started and ran well, 
I also reflected on my frst car — a 13-year-old icj^o Cadillac sedan— wkick I drove from Oregon to 
Soutk Carolina to college, and drove weekly at college, and tke battery never failed, 

Pity tke car tkat emerges from tke garage only at skow times and needs to kave tke battery ckarged, 
and wken tke car starts, it emits blue smoke for a few minutes, "Use it or lose it" applies to many 
tkings. So does paying attention to small tkin^s witk our cars, 

But tke most recent car I found was a i^z sedan — tke last year of tke <j-volt battery and tke ^otk 
anniversary car. 

1 fuel f Iter clogging, Ckange it, 

2 oil flter and air batk cleaner; ckange it/clean it frequently, 

3 generator ligkt comes on wkile driving; add a new voltage regulator, 

I invite my meckanics to teck sewiinars run by Cadillac-iaSalle Club and \1\10C. Tkis is a congenial way 
to fnd out some tricks of tke trade and educate younger meckanics kow to keep tkese old mackines 
running. As \ drive by tke garage andtoot tke korn, tke meckanic smiles to see kis kandiwork still 
kauling me and covering aspkalt, 

A set of ^ Mickelin radial tires — 225 x 15 — keeps it rolling clown tke kigkway as if it's on a bubble, and 
tke power steering makes kandling tke car as nimble as it does on my modern vekicle, One pusk on 
tke accelerator sets tke ckoke and tke car starts on tke first turn of tke key, I use it as a backup or 
sometimes daily driver. It is not a skowpiece because tke original paint is fading and tke temporary 
grille is waiting to be replaced by tke re-ckromed one, V/kat is left of tke car is definitely "Cadillac," 
and in Eastern PA wkere it travels, it attracts attention of tke curious witk some offers to buy it, It 
goes from point A to point d and back to A auite well, 

ike old resistors in tke radio were replaced by modern ones and tke original radio plays loudly and 
clearly andtke Selector works well witk tke new manual 6-foot antenna, Ok, yes, brakes, master 
cylinder, cleaning tke \ournals of gunk, Lf-core radiator upgrade, kaving tke transmission rebuilt and 
more kave made driving relatively trouble free. Now if I could \ust kave tke gas tank fuel sending unit 
fxed so tkat I can fi II tke tank witko^t gas weeping out wkere tke screws are, Skould kave never 
messed witk it to begin witk, 

Vr, tlickard C, Ziew.er 

54 



I^ife's I^essons for Rll Rges: 

Today, 1 witnessed the funeral and burial of a friend. Within me lies the terrible void 
left by loved ones. Yet, 1 sit in wonder by what one soul can leave behind. Death came 
within a two— week period to him. It was amazing, so 1 thought, how he used the 
last moments of his life to give living gifts to so many. 

Rfter being diagnosed with a life threatening disease, he made a choice to die on his 
own terms. 1 believe everyone thought he had a little more time than was determined 
by a higher power, tie has left behind not only his wife, children and grandchildren 
but a niece who had a special place in his heart and many family members and friends. 
1, as a friend, received as a gift the insight of a man I've known for over 50 years, tie 
was eulogized by many, including his six grandchildren. 

tlis youngest grandchild, age 10, described a Z^adye (grandfather) who gave gifts of 
himself to share with him. RU spoke of the personal letters eventually known as the 
"L,ew letters they received often from him telling them about his day, his life and how- 
important it was to him to remember to value life with goodness based on deeds, not 
things bought with money. When a grandson wanted a bookcase built in his bedroom, 
Z,adye came with all the necessary items and tools to build it. But, he didn't do it. 
Instead, he was remembered for that particular moment when he taught his grand- 
son how to do it himself with the guidance of his ^adye by his side, tie left them all 
knowing how much they were loved and how much they meant to him. Because of his 
caring and openness while he lived, he also received the embraces of love returned, tie 
went to his resting place with the knowledge that he was adored and that all his life's 
messages will be carried on by those that still walk the road of life, tie received his 
eulogies every day of his life. What a blessing! 

In my opinion, it is never too late to learn. L,essons of life come in different venues. 
One never knows what the environment of the heart and soul can absorb by allow- 
ing one's self to be open to listen and respond in kind. Today, I watched the burial of 
a friend. But, 1 walked aw ay from a time of sadness with an even greater respect for 
a man I thought 1 knew for over 50 years. The caring, warmth and understanding of 
who he was remains vital for all tomorrows. 

In my opinion, it is of the utmost importance to treat all who walk with you through 
your journey in life with a kindness you want remembered. Don't wait for that special 
moment; it may be too late. 

Valerie Fiero-ano; 



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Au Hevour, JVionAmi 



what's it like to have me in the palm of your hand? 

Jviushy Like putty and in y our command. 

what is it about that sweet and aenuine smile, 

That makes mefeei as if I could runftve miles? 

I'd like us to trade places justfor a day. 

That, way tjoud know how it hurts when you walk. away. 

And how rd do anything, anythingjustfor you. 

Just to be able to see that synlungface. 

if I should die before I wake, 

That'd bejustmy luck. 

I have afear of dying. 

Not because I'm- scared of death, 

'But because I know it would disappoint you 

I like xjou so much it tears me into two 

But ifear there is nothing left to do. 

I want to be with ljou alwaysfrom now tiliforever 

But it seems as if we were not meant to be together. 

This was over before it ever began, 
yThis love is certainly not. according to plan. 

Satnantha Kelly 




59 




The way you make me feel is: 



Like the thrill of being the only one on a back country road and weaving just to break the law because it's 
a safe illegality. Or hearing the first rumble of a thunderstorm and not being able to keep the smile off 
YOUR FACE. It's like the first time you taste warm apple pie a la mode, the bite of cinnamon and the tartness 

OF THE APPLES AND THE FLAKY CRUST LIKE SOMETHING YOU'VE NEVER EXPERIENCED BEFORE. OR WHEN YOU PASS THAT TEST 
YOU COULD SWEAR YOU FAILED OR THE WAY YOU HEAR A PLANE BEFORE YOU SEE THAT TELL TALE WHITE TRAIL ACROSS THE 
BRIGHT BLUE SKY. ITS LIKE WHEN YOU HEAR THE ICE CREAM TRUCK AND YOU'RE 20 YEARS OLD BUT YOU SCREAM AND RUN 
FOR THE CHANGE JAR AND SPRINT OUT THE DOOR TO CATCH HIM BEFORE THE MUSIC IS ALLOWED TO FADE OR WHEN YOU 
GIVE UP SOMETHING YOU WANTED BECAUSE YOUR SISTER WANTED IT INSTEAD. 

ITS the FEELING you get when you realize that the person next to you is dancing in their car too, YOU LAUGH 
and feel connected with a stranger just for those moments. or when you get a birthday card from your 
dog while at college and it warms you to know your family loves you that much. it's the way you're afraid 
to laugh for the first time when you're around him or how your hands clench at the seat of the roller 
coaster ride and then they're in the air moments later. or when you ignore everyone else's advice to do 
what you want because you want to be with him and that's all that matters. its the mix of emotions you get 
when you hear a good song but it's so sad. 

Like the feeling of companionship you get when it's just you and your roommate in your room and the silence 
is so loud it's deafening but you both like it so neither of you speaks because it's not necessary. or communicat- 
ing with your best friend across the table using only your eyes and expressions and knowing exactly what 
she's saying and exactly what you're saying back. it's like the way cats hide their noses under their paws when 
they sleep curled up on the sunbeam tracing the rectangle onto the living room rug. or how your puppy 
goes out in the snow and rolls until she's no longer black but white. the embodiment of joy running through 
the falling crystalline flakes or the way you feel when you make a perfect snow angel. it's like when you 
start laughing because someone else is. just sharing in their amusement and how once you start they can't 
stop and you can't stop and you lose your breath and gasp for air but you love that feeling because it was 
brought on by happiness or when you finally accomplish that one dream that was always kind of achievable 
so you stretched and then it was yours. 

its the feeling you get when your dad lets go of your bike and you don't fall but your training wheels are 
gone and they're so proud you don't care you wiped out less than two minutes later. or when you ask your 
bus driver to sign your yearbook because honestly she had an influence and the look of gratitude on her 
face wipes away any embarrassment you might have been feeling. its the way you always think about biting 
your lip because he mentioned it in passing and now it drives you nuts or how you get in a car with friends 
and suddenly you're all rock stars. or when you ignore the recipe and end up with some crooked looking 
baked good that's not quite perfect but delicious anyway. it's the way you feel when you dance, the physical 
strain but the complete mental release of not thinking about anything but your own movement and the 
beat of the music. 

Like the place you go when you're playing an instrument and it's not just playing anymore, it's living the 
music. Or the feeling of showering, savoring the alone time and the patter of the water and the smell of the 
shampoo curling around in the steam, coating the mirror and fogging your self-image It's like the way you 
feel as the plane taxis down the runway and you know you're about to take off and you're staring out the 
window, hard. waiting for the feeling of flight that you know is approaching. or how you feel at the top 
of every swing on the swing set, the elation, the freedom, like singing, or the time you went the wrong way 
up the down escalator, laughing the whole time and almost tripping on every step because you're a natural 
klutz. its like when you look everywhere for your pencil and it's behind your ear the whole time and your 
friends just watched, amused while you got crazier and crazier over something so simple or the way your 
stomach feels when his fingers suddenly entangle with yours without warning and you forget to intake air 
for the next few moments. 

It's the feeling you get when your sister calls you to tell you she GOT third PLACE AT HER HORSE SHOW AND 
you're so impressed with her you're grinning like the cheshire cat and your friends are staring at you so 
you practically shout it and they all cheer with you because they know you can't express it by yourself. or 
when you see an old photograph of yourself and instead of picking it apart, you wish you were back there 
and the memory reemerges and it's so nice to let go, to fall into the past for a bit. it's the way you look for 
him in the crowds even though you know he isn't around or how you feel when you see that elderly couple 
holding hands as they walk in the park, an unhurried portrait of the timelessness of love and patience. yeah, 
that feeling. 

the way you make me feel is all of this and yet, it's beyond description. 

Lela Berger 

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questioning my opinion of whether we shall 
take the left fork or the right 

Laura <§>mith 



62 





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65 



^Jtf ^Catherine 
£t was an henr tee Late 
/k hnnbred miles tee fiat 
£>he cenCbn't catch a flam 
(ZenCbn't drive a cave 
£e she hob te wait 
< J-er him te call 
^Bnt It's already Seen three bays 
/{n? she hasn't head firem htm at all 
"^Bridge 1 
/{nd she's starting te /vender 
~C.herns 1~ 
^Ohere are yen new? 
Where have yen gene? 
T)en't yen remember hew 
frOe were se in leoe? 
Z) always ask myself 
7)en't yen want te stay in-tench 
*Haoe yen fiergetten all aSent ns 
Where are yen new? 

/Ve matter hew it hnrt 
£>he'd always wait fier him 

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£he wouCb neve? tn?n 

£>he was alveaty taken 

'Mow willing was she 

<r ~Co wait so Una 

'Clause new it's been thvee weeks 

/knb she's hea?? nothing at all 

~ 'Bridge 2~ 

/4nd she wonders 

*7Zef>eat Chews* 

~l*>vlbqe 3~ 

/in? all this time 

^he's been waiting fiov hey only one 

7*> ul he hasn't answered hey cries 

£n the past three months 

*7Zef>eat Chorus* 

£l was a yea* tco late 

/\ hunbreb million miles too fiat* 

/Calina ^Desseaux 



67 



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f^a&tAope y&a iww 

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7& 4su4t<f tAe ike&tt& ty&u 

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"The Wag Things Were" 

when the leaves fail down 

T)0 gou notice all the colors 

on the around,, beneath gourfeet 

As theg lie below 

Theij beqforgour attention 

But gou waULowag 

You walk awag 

when the rainfalls down 

T)ogou notice g our reflection 

on the ground,, it looks your wag 

Asgour imagefadjes 

It beasforgour attention 

But gou turn awag 

You turn awag 

I want the wag things were 

To be the wag theg' a be tomorrow 

I'm not sure, if Til be here 

I want the waggou are 

To bejust how Til remember 

I'm not sure, fgou'li be here 

whengou look around 
T)ogou notice all the pieces 
On the aroundjust Iging there 
The puzzlefouwd 
You've put it ail together 
You were bound 
To leave me here 

'Don't leave me here 

I want the wag things were 

To be the wag they'll be tomorrow 

I'm not sure, fltl- be here 

I want the waij ijou are 

To bejust how Til remember 

Tm not sure, fgou'li be here 



Steven sheets 

71 



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73 



Christmas T^ree 

Q^am a Christmas tree 
sacrificial limbs outstretched, 

palms facing upward, 

Qp feel heavy with ornaments, 

pour decorations. 

Cj&p tiny cjreen needles plead 

for me rep. (SLach dap Q5?grow 

tired, so tired, and dtp. 

( T5ake me back to the fores t- 

the original soil 

where earth and water 

nourish me. 

Qy 7 am pour &hristmas tree 
still and cfuiet 

Outflow with artificial light 
burning with the silence 
of pour material world. 



tParol ^ufano-^b&orrison 



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SB * "I'm Sorry 1" 

Close your eyes 

Take in all the sounds of night 

I wonder what you're thinking 

Rest at ease 

Simplicity's a simple thing 

Take your time 

Don't get up 
Just listen to me 

I don't try 

To hurt your feelings, I just 

Speak my mind, I don't deny it 

I can't pretend 

To ignore this, I think 

In the end 

You'll thank me 

I'm sorry I don't comply 

Please tell me why 

You do this to me 

Push me down, pull me up 

Tell me I'm not good enough 

Well I say hey, 

Look at me, tell me how 

You're such an angel 

I can't see 

kl don't know what to believe 
There are times 
When nothing seems to work out right 
And if you try 
You can rid them from your mind 

All the while 

You disconnect me from your life 

In the end 

I'll thank you 

I'm sorry I don't comply 

Please tell me why 

You do this to me 

Push me down, pull me up 

Tell me I'm not good enough 

Well I say hey, 

Look at me, tell me how 

You're such an angel 

I can't see 

I don't know what to believe 




By Steven Sheets 

75 



76 



The Gleaner 

High School Writing 
Competition 



The English Department 

is very happy to have sponsored its thirteenth 

high school writing competition, 

which was designed to showcase the work 

of young writers in the area. 



77 



Last 

A last blink, taken in a coffee can, 
Or a strawberry jam jar 
ragged punches in the tin lid. 
One last word to the trees, 
The grass, the sweet summer sky. 
Lowered eyelashes to the soft flutter 
Yellow glow against glass 
A short naive life. 

Courage? 

As a child rests his head 
a small fly, 

two eyes and two wings 
a gently glittering light, 
lives its life for decay. 

As a child rests his head, 
their lullaby shine 
drifts him off to dreams. 



Stephanie Chubb 
Pennridge High School 
Grade 11 
Mrs. Kosa 



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two People, unrecognizable 



I watch them,; they are waiting for Life. 

.Scratching their linages with my nail, 

I see them as i never have before 

(is that true?) 

! see them as I've heard In stories. 

Their stolid happiness 

Fyced In her lowered blue eyelids, 

And his bemused slouch, red tie asfeew 

TVielr myopic splendor: a wedding of white, blacte, av^d silver, 

av^d my grandmother's 

nauseating wallpaper. 

All of 'their wakeful dream,s - a hope as ridiculous as. the linage 

before me, 

As lonely as her closed eyes 

My sister In her belly, growing, reminding. Relentless. 

How dazzling the fu.tu.re! 

Their desperate fermented future. 

soon rabid resentment will close Its grip. 

Take off all that white lace; It can't be divided between you a^d 

him, 

T>o not let him, wear that awful brown belt o\a, his wedding day, 

T>o not snap the photo while her eyes are shut - unaware. They 

will stay that way forever. 

There Is a heavy trauvw.a trapped within those gifts civ^d the v^alve 
fingers loosening the bows. 

It wasn't ou.rfau.lt you. had v^o idea, 

in us, there hides v^o quilt. 

because we've had this suspicion, 

Whispering, 

We will all go through It too. 



jaccjuelyn Hamilton 
North Vev^v^ High School 
Cyrade ±2. 
Ms. klnsey 



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'Katrina: What Ready Odappened 

1 woke up earfy on Monday morning; in fact, everyone did. 'Either that 
or we never went to hed. 'It's ad a hfur exactfy what happened hecause 
of ad the tafk that frightened everyone. idot onfy was it going to he (ike 
hurricane 'Betsy, hut it was going to he worse, much worse. 'Ad 10 of us 
stayed up; ad 20 eyes fixed on the television screen with constant cover- 
age of the evacuation and where the hurricane was headed, 'the fear, 
constantly in my mother's eyes, was everywhere. We watched as it made 
(andfad at ahout 9:00 a.m. on 'Monday morning. Over 50 Cevees were 
destroyed, adowing tons and tons of water to cover the entire city, 'the 
sweds were much larger than anyone had anticipated, and the hurri- 
cane's path couCdn't have heen any worse. It traveded directfy up the 
RearC River, a river that passed not five mdesfrom my house. 

the TV woufd show gfimpses offamiCiar areas, famdiar huifd- 
ings, hut everything was ruined. 'Buddings were flooded and some had 
simpCy floated away. ReopCe were in t ot a f disarray as the coast guard 
went and tried to rescue peopie riding out the storm in their homes, the 
hestfifm was caught that day hy the news cameramen and the report- 
ers. A sight Td never forget was a skinny, middCe-aged hCack man wag- 
ing around compCetefy Cost. 'He had his hands on his head, and he was 
Cooking everywhere for something as they videoedhis meandering gate, 
tears flowing down his face, he was asked hy the reporter what he was 
doing and if he needed any heCp. Itdis answer stiff haunts me and shows 
the hCunt reafity most of the nation cannot refate to. ide said that he 
was Cooking for his son and wife who were in the attic when the water 
was rising and something had husted a hofe. ide tried to hofdthem, 
hut the current was too strong, idystericaC, he toCdthem the story then 



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sudden(y (eft, saying nothing hut tfiat aCCfie wanted was to fndhis wife 
and did. CEveryone in tfie room watched as this was neither the onfy sad 
story nor the saddest story of the day; the stories just kept coming. 1 
rememher the food in his eyes and the way that he stumh(ed around in 
total shock and agony; he sti(( haunts my dreams. 

My parents woke us up earCy on Thursday so we cou(dmake the 
trek hack home so my mom coufdsee the damage for herself and so we 
couCd take -pictures for insurance. T'he roads Cooked fne for thefrst 
hour or so and then there was a distinct difference. Threes hadfaCCen 
everywhere on hoth sides of the interstate. *As we got cfoser, the hig met- 
afs signs on the interstate started to hecome deformed and in some cases 
compfetefy missing. T'here was no traffic, of course, hecause there was 
nohody on the road. We got off at our exit just (ike a(ways and got right 
onto a main road. On the (eft where there was normady a gas station, 
there was simp(y a hudding. T'he gas termina(s had a(( h(own over, and 
the roof was comp(ete(y torn off. It (ookeddke a deserted, rotten o(d 
hudding waiting to he torn down, and so did every other hudding. On 
the way to my house we encountered many fa((en trees and ohstructions 
h(own into the road that had to he -passed with caution. Tit such a young 
age it's hard to fathom the destruction (aid hefore me. 1 never thought 
anything cou(d have done this to any city hesides a homh. That's what 
it (ookeddke, (ike a homh had h(own up, and the h(ast had h(own over a(( 
the trees and ripped the roofs right offa(( the houses. My street was no 
different. We pu((ed up in front of my house that hesides the entire roof 
of shing(es scattered a(( over the ground had (ooked fine, fine except for 
the fu((\f grown pine tree resting itsef a(ong my entire roof We hoped 
the shing(es had just h(own off and the tree was just resting and caused 



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no serious damage, hut my parents hoth knew this was not the case. 
inside, the entire douse was covered with gray soot from the water that 
receded mere days earfier. T'he hack room hadafhums andafhums of 
irrepfaceahfe photos from my chifdhood and my -parents' wedding hying 
on theffoor and ruined hy the water. T'he waterfine was two feet ahove 
theffoor everywhere 1 Cooked, and every thing under that waterfine had 
to he thrown away. 'Ad of the furniture and cahinets and cfothes and 
toys and chifdhood memories had to he thrown away, l^one of it coufd 
he safvaged, none of it. In my parents hedroom a hranch came right 
down through the ceding into their hathroom and a -portion of the waff 
was pushed in. Affofmy stuff and aff of my famify's stuff had to he 
trashed. Aff of our fife and everything that was us had to he thrown 
away. Our entire fence was nonexistent. We didn't know where we were 
going to five or if we woufd ever move hack to Louisiana. Tor the next 
three months my sisters and^ stayed with my aunt in Tittshurgh. We 
onfy saw our parents two days a month for those three months, and 
that's just not enough. Tirst hurricane %atrina tears apart my house 
and then she tears apart myfamify. 1 hope to Cjodit never happens to 
any town again, hut if it does 1 wiff know their pain andQ wiff know 
what they're going through and 1 } wiffhefp them hike so many hefped 
myfamify. 

Austin tfartfey 

Councif%ock (hfigh Schoofldorth 
Qrade 10 
Mrs. tfaff 



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Heat 



AS HUMIDITY BREATHED ITS HOT, STICKY BREATH DOWN MY NECK AND 
RAN ITS GREASY FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR, I PREPARED MYSELF FOR THE 
UPCOMING EVENT. THIS DAY, THE DAY THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE OF THE 
MOST IMPORTANT DAYS OF MY LIFE, WAS BEING DRASTICALLY ALTERED BY THE 
EXTENSIVE HEAT. It WAS THE BEGINNING OF MAY AT MY GYMNASTICS STATE 
COMPETITION AND NO ONE EXPECTED THIS CHANGE IN WEATHER. As I STOOD AT 
THE EDGE OF THE FLOOR, AWAITING THE JUDGES APPROVAL TO BEGIN, A SINGLE 
DROP OF SWEAT ROLLED DOWN MY SPINE, MY BODYS ATTEMPT TO COOL DOWN 
MY RAGING TEMPERATURE. THE THICK, BLACK, VELVET OF MY SUIT STUCK TO 
MY SKIN, MAKING ME FEEL CLAUSTROPHOBIC AND TRAPPED. THE FABRIC LINED 
ITS WAY UP MY ARMS AND AROUND MY TORSO, CONSTRICTING ME, MAKING 
IT DIFFICULT TO BREATHE. OUTSIDE, 98 DEGREES OF HEAT STALKED THOSE 
ENTERING THE BUILDING, BUT INSIDE THE NON-AIRCONDITIONED GYM WAS A 
DEATHLY 110 DEGREES, THREATENING ME WITH EVERY BREATH I TOOK. SEVERAL 
FANS ATTEMPTED TO COOL THOSE INSIDE THE GYM BUT THEIR ONLY EFFECT WAS 
TO BLOW THE HOT, DENSE, AIR AROUND THE STICKY BUILDING. As I BEGAN MY 
FIRST ROUTINE, THE HEAT BEGAN TO WIN THE BATTLE. EVEN AFTER DRINKING 
SEVERAL BOTTLES OF WATER, MY BODY BECAME WEAK, FEELING DEHYDRATED. 

My tumbling was slow and powerless as I FORCED my body to flip and 

TWIST THROUGH THE ALREADY THICK AIR. THIS WAS NOT AN EASY TASK. WHEN 
I FINISHED MY ROUTINE, MY BODY FELT FRAGILE AND DEFEATED. My THROAT 
TIGHTENED AND ITCHED FOR THE COLD, FRESH WATER TO WORK ITS WAY DOWN 
MY THROAT TO EXTINGUISH THE RAGING FIRE. As I LOOKED TO THE JUDGES 
TO SEE MY SCORE, MY SURROUNDINGS BLURRED AS THE WATER VAPOR RAISED, 



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CREATING A RIPPLED, WATERY EFFECT. ONCE MY EYES WERE ABLE TO MAKE OUT 
THE NUMBERS MY BODY CRUMBLED IN DEFEAT. My NEXT EVENT WAS BEAM, 
WHERE I WOULD ATTEMPT TO COMPLETE TRICKS ON A FOUR INCH PLANK OF 
WOOD, FOUR FEET ABOVE THE GROUND. As I BEGAN MY WARM-UP, MY HANDS 
AND FEET SLIPPED SEVERAL TIMES OVER THE WET SURFACE. FROM MANY YARDS 
AWAY, I COULD EASILY MAKE OUT THE CONDENSATION FORMING ON THE TOP AND 
SIDES OF THE BEAM. SLOWLY, I COULD SEE A SINGLE DROP OF CONDENSATION 
SLIDE DOWN THE SIDE OF THE BEAM. It WAS MOCKING ME, LAUGHING AT ME, 
AS IT WATCHED ME IN SUCH PAIN, LIKE IT KNEW MY NEAR FUTURE, AND HOW IT 
WILL ALWAYS DEFEAT ME. I LIFTED MY DAMP PONY TAIL OF MY SWEAT DRENCHED 
NECK, TO GIVE IT AN OPPORTUNITY TO BREATHE. My HEART FELT AS IF IT WAS 
BEATING OUT OF CONTROL. THE ALREADY WARM WATER WAS NOT ABLE TO 
CALM MY SKY ROCKING NERVES. EVERYTHING, ALL SOUNDS AND SIGHTS, WERE 
DROWNED OUT BEHIND THE SOUND OF MY JUMPING HEART. HANDS SHAKING, 
LIPS TREMBLING, I BEGAN MY ROUTINE. My FEET GLIDED OVER THE WET SURFACE 
OF THE BEAM FRANTICALLY, ONLY WANTING TO ESCAPE MY PANIC. As I TURNED 
AND LEAPED OVER THE SMALL AREA, MY TOES GRIPPED WITH ALL THEIR MIGHT, 
USING EVERY MUSCLE THEY HAD, JUST PRAYING TO STAY ON. On MY LAST TRICK, 
THE HEAT TOOK CONTROL. My FEET SLIPPED OFF THE SIDE AND I PLUMMETED 
FOUR FEET DOWN. LlKE A TEAR, A SINGLE DROP OF PERSPIRATION SLID DOWN THE 
SIDE OF MY CHEEK. THE HEAT HAD WON THE WAR. 



Rachel Lala 

Central Catholic High School 

Grade 9 

Mrs. Stephanie Hartline 

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"A Monochrome Dream" 

Grey. 

Blankets of clouds shrouding the sky, concealing the sun 

from the rest of the world. 

When they move, 

a meager light shines on all, as glimpses 

of blue velvet sky burst forth. 

White. 

Flittering, fluttering 

Flurries of feathery snowflakes, 

Falling soundlessly. 

Miniature snow angels that bless us 

with their grace. 

Coating patched, death-yellow grass, 

hiding their tragic state. 

Black. 

The garish, skeleton-esque trees 

a deep charcoal black. 

With long, narrow finger branches 

clutching handfuls of snow 

in their weary boughs. 

Desperately waiting for spring to come. 



Alise Peckjian 

Lower Moreland High School 

Grade 10 

Dr. Kimberly McGlonn-Nelson 

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dQ/r/y (Dad), ShCoe (<-JhCe), and ' (Surly (Younger brother) Uf^fhe 'Branch 

J^any "Wo%eSh(oc lajt Saturday morning announcing, "yardvpor^. " £0 ?J\Coe 'Woke (Surly, and 
the three ftoogef - pardon, 3 meant fagef - "Went out to the battlefield: the back yard. We 'Were to face off 
againft a large limb that needed to be cut from an elderly oak tree. When U fay large limb, the truth if it 
"Waf a limb fo mafffoe that a regular pa i'k tree if no comparifon. <£agef that "We are "We elected to pull it 
do"Wn. 

tyrry, (Surly, and 3 "Weighed in on the morning of the fight at a combined total "Weight offi\\W 
poundf. c J7/e limb couldn 't poffibly halpe 'Weighed more than nine zjffiftfi (ffadillacf Our "Weapon of 
choice: a nylon c/othefline. Cjfirft, Surly and 31 needed to toff the rope olper CJfhe Branch. Un our fix 
attempt] to accomp/ifh th if feat, H managed to get federal direct hitfi fmackfng (Surly '[face twice, tangling 
the dog once, and "Whipping my] elf fiercely. 

With the rope in pofition "Weftarted to pull (Surly "Waf perfectly able to fee out of the one eye not 
fhut by the "Whipping rope, fo J^arry told him to 'Watch for any bend in ^ff/e Branch. ^0 gain the beft 
advantage, and the moft leverage, "We made fare that the rope "Waf "Way dffWn the limb. ^he principle/ 
behind leverage "Worked juft af the kpofWn lawfof 'Phyficf predict. When the clothefline f napped, leverage 
made all the difference. U "Wafthro'Wn only affar af the edge of the yard and not into oncoming traffic. 

Surly f food looking difdainfully do"Wn at uf; f^arry and 7 thought about our fore backfidef and 
pulled bitf of grafffrom our teeth. We convened a "War conference. 

"fffey, J^arry, " Surly offered, "What about the ladder "We found at the dump?" J^arry jumped on 
that plan like a flea on af/ww dog. Why that ladder "Waf in the dump efcapef me elpen WW. zAll except 
the four bottom rung/ "Were there and the big bo"W "Waf hardly noticeable "When you had itftretched out to 
the point in the rope "Where the duct tape held it together. When J^arry and 7 "Were able to "Walk again, 
our elite commando group moJ>ed on the garage. c Right off, Surly get] all negative andfayf "3t'f not 
long enough. " %idfthefe dayfif imply halve no imagination. By employing two fifty gallon oil drumf af 
a bafe, "We got the ladder pojitioned fo it "Waf able to reach and had four inchej to fparel 

ZJftartedto climb but the Sommander fayfi "Jty zMoe, U fhould take the rifk Befidef J)>e 
"Worked "With chainfcrwf for yea if. " fffe begin] 'hi] of cent. "Sh toe, hold the ladder. CJfhe drumf are flick 
3 don't "Want to fall zAnd. . . " 3 can't f ha re "What elfe he f aid; the bu^pfthe chainfaw afhe climbed 
upward] fwallorwed the remaining orderf 

zAtfirft Surly held the right fide and 7 held the left. J^arry got all the "Way to the top before the 
faw quit on him. (food thing people halve two handf. Jtyrry ufed one hand for holding thefirw and one 
to jerk theftarting cord (repeatedly). With the faw running again (finally J, fjr/y, the chainfaw expert, 
began hi f cut, from the bottom. 

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cjfhe battle ofthe^toogefperfuf^he Branch went down af follow/. Vrfoate (Surly abandoned hij 
poft infecondf /getting go ofhiffide of the ladder he molted to my fide, complaining about all thefawduft 

raining into l/if uninjured eye and fogging l/if 'view. U ftarted to remind the 'Private that t/tif Waf not a 
fpectator fport, when the branch came to life! Once (Commander Jtyrry had eat about two incl/ef into the 
Wood, f~l/e "Branch tranfformed. f~he limb, which had held f aft to the tree for hundred} of yearf became 
a multi-ton fly flatter for the giant who dwelled within the tree; andJ^arry, (Surly and U Were the flief 
WoW, what an arm on that tree! J\(oW, again, phyficfifa mafvel. 

CJ^he Branch became a highly dynamic mobile phyficj lab. zMbmentum changed the lonely branch 
into a filling machine, ^ti/l hinged by a few uncut fiberf the branch defied the ground with the loWeft 
twigf, and then fared upward/ again. (Surly and 31 Were brufhed afide by a rufh of the final/ branchef 
zAf & f till had my fight, D Watched ' af the branch flew upward] and then brofi completely free. Ut Waf 
now Qrdvity againft the \fftoogef Cfor hiffirft mo'Pe, Qrdvity threw the limb onto the ladder. f~he 
'Branch then pe/formed a pirouette in the air, planted itfelf "fiery tree lifi, ftraight up, with it/lea^ef 
blowing in the breeze, Jfad 'Private (Surly not fhameleffly abandoned hif poft, he Would hdVe been 
impaled. CJfhe ground troop/ had narrowly flushed. 

^flie airborne unit, J^arry, remained in peril. zAfthe ladder waf fmafhed by the falling branch, 
it but fid upwardfand out from our belo'ved (Sommanderf feet. Our (Sommander waffuddenly free 
of the ladder, the branch, and the ground. Cfortunately, fjrry if in fact an expert with a chainfaW: 
With no ladder to hold onto, and the branch cut, he decided he no longer needed the filler-faw either. 
"While Waiting for hif body to plummet to Sarth, J^arry hurled the deadly-bu^ing-beaft-faw into /pace. 
Grinding hif hand/ to befudden/y c/Pai/able for other taffi he grabbed the tree:fafe onfl/ft. 'fhe 
faithful ladder jumped into the air under the force of the branch but then miracu/ou/ly returned to ill 
poft. Ut landed, ft/71 waiting tofefVe, ftanding atop the oil drumf f~l/e bow in the ladder Waf a bit mon 
pronounced than before butf^any Waf provided an efcape route. 

Jtyrry rejoined the ground fo reef. (Surly Went loofingfor ice to aid the other eye. which Waj now 
/welling nicely to match it/ partner. -7 /canned the roof. Acroff the lawn the next battle waf to be ftaged: 
cleaning the gutter/ 



fffarry iiobin/on 
CJfhe ^American Academy 
grade A A" 
T>r. £haron cjfrdver 



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When the Earth Crumbles 



When the earth crumbles, 

I will be in green. 

When the earth crumbles, 

I will be under a willow tree. 

When the earth crumbles, 

My voice will be set free. 

When the earth crumbles, 

I will be the RAIN falling down for the last time. 

When the earth crumbles, 

I will grow into a flower, 

And I will SHINE 

Through each and every heart, 

And I wall SPEAK; the earth will SPEAK too, 

And I will SPEAK; the creatures will SPEAK too, 

And I will SPEAK; with all the GOODNESS that 

Is left inside me. 

I will be under a willow tree 

And I will be green, 

My mind filled with words, 

My heart bursting open, 

Light as a feather 

In mid ah, 

Pure with the soils 

And grains, 

As the earth crumbles 

Into Dust, 

The wind's last breath comes, 

And the birds chirp their last t-u-n-e. 



Angela Urffer 
Pennridge High School 
Grade 11 
Mrs. Kosa 



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